A friend and I were playing around on the frozen river as kids. There was one of those big sewer pipes by the shore, where the ice around it couldn’t hold because of the heat from the pipe, so it was water all around it. My friend went right by the edge of the ice near the pipe and kneed down, and dipped a branch in the water. I told her to be careful, and stayed back. Well, would you know it, the ice broke under her and she fell in. She was desperately trying to climb back up, but couldn’t. I darted over there after seeing that nobody on the bridge not fifteen feet away noticed a thing. I grabbed her by the shoulders, or really, I just grabbed her coat, and yanked her out, although it took a while. The whole time I was thinking like, if I slip, or if the ice breaks under my weight, then damn. But somehow it held, and I managed to pull her out. We ran back to the opposite shore, and she hugged me haha. Then we went back to this kids center that had games and stuff, and she put her coat and shit by a heater to let everything dry off.
The craziest shit about this is…she had an older sister, who died in that very same river.
I’m not saying I was acting all brave or anything. It just happened, and both of us were extremely fuckin lucky.